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i have 2 drafts that just need editing and then they’re ready to be uploaded

would you guys be interested in the one about garret graham or the one about john logan?

i had a comment under this post asking for a part 3 and i wanted to know if you guys would be interested in that or if you guys would be interested in me turning the whole thing into a mini series

22 for you | john logan

john logan x reader!gf

summary: you have always been a supportive girlfriend. wearing your boyfriends jersey, attending every game, and defending him in every hockey debate. after a big win, logan discovers a surprise that’s meant just for him.

word count: 1,7k

warning: fluff, kissing

authors note: guys i’m not gonna lie im really enjoying writing for logan he is just such a cutie

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it all started after you and your best friends, hannah wells and allie hayes had watched one tree hill the morning before your boyfriends would play.

“wait, wait, wait,” allie sat up straighter on the couch. “I just had the funniest idea.”

you immediately groan, remembering the last time allie had a ‘funny idea’

“that’s never a good sign.” hannah said

“oh come on” turning to hannah while saying “hannah back me up on this”

“ y/n should get a fake tattoo of logan’s number.’”

“why?” hannah said with confusion written on her face, not quite sure where this was leading to.

“to see lover boys reaction, duh.” allie said

the entire room went silent for a second.

before you could tell allie it was a stupid plan, hannah started backing up allies plan

“wait, that’s actually hilarious.’”

“seriously hannah.” you say staring at her with a fake offended look

“y/n, please do it.” allie said while looking at you with a pleading look

you looked at your friends like they’d both collectively lost their minds.

“you want me to pretend I got a tattoo?”

“yes.”

“of logan’s number?”

“exactly”

“you people need hobbies.”

“no, seriously,” allie laughed. “don’t tell him it’s fake. just walk up and be like, ‘surprise!’”

“he’d have a heart attack.” hannah said

“exactly”

you tried not to smile, because unfortunately they weren’t wrong. you could practically picture logan looking at the tattoo trying to figure out what just happened.

trying to hide your smile from the girls and failing miserably. allie starts shaking hannah while saying “she’s going to do it”

“guys, he’d freak out.”

“in a good way or a bad way?” hannah questions

“both.”

the two girls burst into laughter.

“he’d be so proud of himself.”

“that’s what I’m saying!” allie pointed dramatically. “his ego would grow three sizes.”

“he’d tell every single teammate.” hannah said agreeing with allie

“immediately.”

“dean would never let me live it down.”

“which makes this even better.”

you buried your face in a pillow.

this was such a terrible idea.

a terrible, hilarious idea.

“okay,” you mumbled giving in.

the room exploded.

“WAIT, REALLY?” the girls said collectively.

“only if one of you buys the tattoo.”

the cheering got even louder.

“logan is about to have the best and worst day of his life.” allie said while she and hannah pulled out their phones looking for somewhere they could find the temporary tattoo.

“okay moment of truth” hannah says while slowly removing the film of the tattoo, while allie nervously stands looking over her shoulder.

as she removes the film, allie gasps.

“oh my go-”

“stop allie what”

“it looks so good”

hannah takes her phone out to take a picture of the tattoo to show you, as she’s doing so she starts agreeing with allie

“it does, and it looks so real too”

she shows you the picture and a cheesy smile starts forming on your face.

“guys why do i kind of love it?”

the girls start cheering, ending the cheer with a high-five.

“maybe you should get a real one” allie says excitedly

you smirk at her while saying “depends on his reaction”

you guys get ready to go, late as always but this time you guys actually have an excuse.

not that you could tell them

watching logan on the ice never got old. everything seemed effortless when he played. the speed, the confidence, the way he weaved through defenders as though they weren’t even there. sometimes you found yourself forgetting to breathe whenever he had the puck.

the boys were on fire tonight, finishing the game with a win and a huge score difference. a win for the briar boys always meant a huge party afterwards at the hockey house.

you, hannah and allie wait for the boys after the game to congratulate them. starting obviously with your boyfriends and moving on to your friends.

you see logan walk out the changing rooms. he always looked so good after games and practices, cheeks flushed, wet hair, you just loved it.

he makes his way towards you with a grin.

“hey”

before you could say hey back he cuts you off with a soft kiss to your lips. between kisses you congratulate him, praising him for how good he played.

he pulls away halfway to kiss your forehead then pulls away completely.

“thank you baby.”

logan’s hand found your waist, pulling you a little closer. what started as a quick kiss quickly turned into something more, neither of you eager to pull away. resting his hand on your lower back not realising what was hiding underneath. every time you broke apart for a breath, you found yourselves leaning right back in, unable to stop smiling.

eventually getting cut off as dean knocks his hockey stick against logans leg.

“come on guys, party tonight” he says excitedly.

the party was in full swing but you had spent the last twenty minutes avoiding logan.

which, unfortunately, only seemed to make him more determined.

“there you are.”

you groaned as logan appeared beside you.

“i’ve been looking for you.”

“really, i’ve just been with the girls.” you say trying to convince him he was just imagining it

his eyes narrowed.

“why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

“you are.”

across the room, hannah and allie exchanged looks.

you pointedly ignored them.

logan crossed his arms.

“what are they smiling about?”

“nothing.”

“what are you hiding?”

“nothing.”

his eyebrows shot up.

“you’re definitely hiding something.”before you could stop yourself, you glanced toward hannah and allie.

mistake.

a huge mistake.

because now logan looked even more suspicious.

“y/n.”

you sighed.

“fine.”

you grabbed the bottom of his shirt pulling him behind you and dragging him close to his room.

out of the corner of your eye you can see hannah and allie trailing behind you giggling as they do so.

“then what’s going on?”

for a moment, you considered dragging this out longer.

then you remembered hannah and allie were probably lurking trying to eavesdrop.

“fine.”

logan waited.

you set down your drink.

then you began to lift your shirt just enough to reveal his number on your body.

for a second, logan just stared.

then he blinked.

looked at the tattoo.

looked at you.

looked back at the tattoo.

“is that…”

his mouth fell open.

“no way.”

you immediately started laughing.

“omg, your face.”

“Y/N!”

from behind a wall came the sound of hannah and allie losing their minds.

“we knew he’d react like that!”

logan pointed toward them.

“they knew about this?”

“maybe.”

“i knew it”

his gaze returned to the tattoo.

“you put my number on you?”

“It’s fake.”

“I don’t care!”

his grin was impossible to miss.

somehow, that only made you laugh harder.

because you friends had been right.

his reaction was absolutely worth it.

he pulls you to him, your waists touching.

“i actually liked it” he said while staring at your lips slowly leaning in with a smirk just before he could close the gap hes cut off by hannah and allie.

“right, that’s our cue to leave”

“yeah we’re just gonna go”

as they leave you and logan break out in giggles, he gently grabs your face pulling you in for a soft kiss. the kiss going from soft and sweet to more passionate.

it felt as if he was your oxygen

after a few minutes, your lips bruised, each breath coming out shaky your chest rising too fast to calm down, your cheeks flushed, logans hair slightly messy from your hands in it, his eyes half-lidded, dazed if this was his reaction to a temporary tattoo, how would he react to a real one

you guys made your way back to your friends, immediately when you get to them dean is practically floating after hearing about this tattoo

“alright let’s see it.” deans says enthusiastically like you were about to show him your first born

“wait.”

dean held up his hand after seeing the tattoo

“you’re telling me,” he said slowly, his eyes moving between you and logan, “that she got your number tattooed on her?”

“It’s fake,” you immediately said.

dean ignores you and carries on.

“that’s not the point.”

“It’s literally the entire point.”

dean turns to logan and immediately starts to interrogate him.

“did you cry?”

logan immediately dismissing that while looking offended

“I didn’t cry.”

“you look like you cried.”

“I didn’t cry.”

dean pointed dramatically.

“see? that is literally exactly what someone who cried would say.”

“shut up.”

“no, because I need to know.”

dean stepped closer.

“when you saw it, did wedding bells start playing in your head?”

logan groaned.

“dean.”

“logan i am being so serious right now.”

“well dean i am not having this conversation.”

dean gasped.

“omg.”

“what?”

“you totally imagined your future together, are you guys having kids together, no wait what’s the colour scheme for the wedding.”

“I hate you.”

“you did!”

logan buried his face in his hands.

across the room, garrett looked seconds away from falling off the couch laughing.

meanwhile, was just getting started.

“you know what this means, right?”

“no.”

“she’s officially your biggest fan.”

“she’s my girlfriend.”

“not anymore.”

logan looked up.

dean pointed towards you.

“that girl has got your jersey number tattooed on her body, come on logan”

you snorted.

“It was temporary.”

dean waved you off.

“details, immediately.”

then he looked back at logan.

“you’re never recovering from this.”

the grin spreading across logan’s face completely ruined any chance of arguing that.

dean immediately pointed.

“just look at him.”

“what about me”

“he’s smiling again.”

“am not.”

“he’s smiling.”

“am not.”

“he’s smiling at the tattoo.”

logan groaned.

dean leaned back triumphantly.

“best prank ever.”

“best prank ever,” hannah agreed.

“best prank ever,” allie echoed.

logan looked towards you.

unfortunately, the stupid smile returned instantly.

dean saw it.

and immediately started screaming.

authors note: guys if i’m being honest im not sure how i feel about this, love the idea but i think i could’ve done better. after he finds out about the tattoo, i wasn’t sure how to go on from there so i decided to throw dean in just to make it longer.

john logan x reader!female

summary: in which you take quite a bad fall while snowboarding on a mountain trip, luckily a handsome hockey player is there to take care of you. the only problem? you're the media manger for his team.

part 1

warning: mention of concussion

word count: 1,9k

authors note: had to spoil you guys with a part 2 😝 you guys seem to like john logan but luckily for you guys so do i !!!. i have another john logan request in the works along with a little something for our angel boy beau, i haven’t gotten time to finish it up because i’ve been prioritising my requests, i love getting requests as a new writer so please don’t be shy!!!

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watching the boys snowboard made it look easy. unfortunately, the moment you decided to try it yourself, you realized it wasn't.

you spend a few minutes watching the boys effortlessly glide down the mountain before clipping your own board on and giving it a try, eventually you got the hang of it, surprising even yourself.

“you okay there bambi” dean says teasing as he spots you.

you roll your eyes at his comment.

after a few more minutes of testing the waters, you decide to pick up a little speed, catching yourself laughing with the boys. dean being the only one who had noticed your mood, happy to see that his plan had worked.

“see y/n/n! i told you it would be fun.”

you roll your eyes while not being able to hold back you smile any longer.

for the first time all day, you weren't thinking about work. you weren't thinking about logan. you weren't thinking about the awkward tension that had followed you onto the trip.

you were just having fun.

"I knew this was a bad idea."

the thought flashed through your mind as your snowboard caught an edge. one second you were laughing at something a player had shouted from further down the slope and suddenly , the ground disappeared beneath your feet.

then came the impact.

pain exploded through your side as you tumbled through the snow.

you could hear the laughter between the boys quiet down, a hum of one the boys saying oh shit, and the snow crunching as someone runs towards you. your eyes feeling heavy as you hear someone ordering for ski patrol to be called.

the first thing you felt was the cold, then the feeling of your head pounding, throbbing, pulsating, like a rhythmic ache that mirrors a heartbeat or a drum beat. the pain may felt explosive, you could feel a pulsing sensation affecting your entire head along with your temples.

you could feel someone move you closer, even though it was freezing you could still feel body heat radiating through their snow suit.

a familiar voice causes your eyes to flutter open while squinting and groaning from the pain that felt as if it was now in your eyes as well.

“there she is” says dean while a soft but guilty smile.

next to him you see what looks like the whole team surrounding. a voice causes everyone to take what looked like 10 steps back

"back up. give her some room, to breathe”

you could see dean gently pulled tucker back when he tried to hover over your shoulder.

"but—"

"tucker."

"right. sorry." he said feeling just as guilty as dean did

logan barely spared them a glance, his attention fixed entirely on you.

"hey," he said softly. "can you hear me?"

“can you tell me your name?” he asked even softer than

you blinked up at him, your head spinning.

“john logan,” you mumbled.

his eyebrows shot up, while as face had concern written all over it

“that’s me,” he said, a nervous laugh slipping from his lips. “try again.”

you frowned, still struggling to focus, his voice sounding like an echo in your ears.

“i know.”

the concern look still painted across his face.

“okay, that’s not exactly the answer I was looking for.”

“you’re john logan,” you repeated stubbornly.

despite the situation, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“good to know you remember me,” he said. “now how about you tell me your name?”

before you could reply a voice cut off your train of thoughts

“ski patrol should be here soon, you should probably go with her.” garret told logan while his concerned gaze shifting from logan to yours.

“was planning on it”

logan turns his attention back to you, his facial expression still not relaxing.

“how many fingers am i holding up?” he asked.

you squinted at his hand, taking a second longer than it should have to answer.

“four.”

it was two

“do you know what-“ is question cut off as he hears a vehicle, a look as relief flashes on his face.

he slowly picks you up, supporting your head as you groan in pain.

“i got you baby”

it felt as if your mind had shut off. one second you were laying on the snow, the next your opening your eyes to a bright light and voices of what sounds like logan speaking to what your guessing was a doctor or a medical professional of some sort.

“is she okay?” logan asked.

the doctor nodded. “she has a mild concussion, but she should be fine with plenty of rest over the next few days.”

logan let out a breath of relief.

“we’d like someone to keep an eye on her for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours,” the doctor continued.

“I’ll do it.”

the words left logan’s mouth before he could stop them.

the doctor raised an eyebrow.

“ i mean, I’ll take care of her,” logan corrected quickly.

the doctor smiled. “then make sure she gets plenty of rest and let us know if anything changes.”

logan nodded, glancing back toward hers, seeing her now awake state.

“got it.”

“my head hurts” you practically whisper afraid that your own voice would make the pounding in your head and ringing in your ears worse

the doctor sends you a soft smile while letting you know he has a bag of meds ready for you and that your free to go home whenever your ready.

as the doctor steps out logan slow walks towards the hospital bed.

“ready to go?” he asks quietly

“where?”

“i’m taking you back to the hotel room, to take care of you.”

before you can say anything he beats you to it

“doctors orders”

“logan you don’t have to do that”

“i do” he says with a soft smile “i want to”

as you guys make it back to your room, you notice his bags littered on your floor. the only problem? there’s one bed, no pull out couch, actually no couch at all, only a chair that sits infront of a vanity table.

that’s tonight’s problem you tell yourself

you leads you towards the bed and tells you to point him towards your bag. as you do he opens the bag to see no warm clothes. without a word he goes to open up his bag pulling out a briar u hockey hoodie along with matching bottoms.

“change, i’ll wait in the bathroom” he walks away without hesitation

as you hear the door click shut you immediately start changing while thinking to yourself, this is so not professional.

you call him out when your done. his eyes do a slow sweep up and down, taking in his clothes on you body. he hands you your meds with a bottle of water telling you to get rest, and that he’ll be back in a hour.

a thought flashes through your mind, wondering if you should’ve asked him to say, the thought long forgotten as you feel your eyes flutter close.

you wake up to the smell of food, slowly turning your head towards the sound of the door clicking closed you see logan walk in with a brown paper bag.

after you guys had finished eating it was quiet, not a bad silence, it was more comforting, almost like you both had something to say but didn’t know how to say it.

logan glances towards you, catching your attention.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure” you answer with a soft smile

“when we were driving to the medical facility, you said something.” he lets out a breathy laugh “and i can’t seem to get it out my head.”

as those words leave his mouth it was like a flicker of memory came to your mind, almost as if you were hungover remembering something you did the night before

“logan”

“i’m here” he says while holding your hand

“i lied”

he hums to let you know he’s listening while brushing the hair out your face and tucking it behind your ears.

“i was mad when i saw you and that girl in the classroom” you whisper out so softly almost, logan not even sure how he managed to hear that.

before he can ask you anything your eyes flutter closed leaving him alone with his thoughts”

you let out an “oh” as you start to remember

he scans your face taking in your expression while letting out a slow breath

“she meant nothing to me, that whole thing was nothing”

your suprised to hear yourself let out the words “didn’t look nothing”

he turn so his body is fully facing yours

“she wasn’t important”

you finally meet his gaze maintaining eye contact

“why do you care so much if i believe that?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, it was more like a nervous laugh.

“because the only person whose opinion I care about is yours”

“logan…”

the room felt silent

your pounding head long forgotten, the only thing you feel is your heart racing.

“i’m serious”

he shook his head

“i was trying to convince myself to move on.”

his laugh was humorless.

“I tried to ignore it, i tried to ignore every long stare every longing smile. I tried to move on. It didn’t work.”

the look in his eyes made your breath catch.

“because it’s you. It’s always been you.”

“logan…”

his name came out as little more than a whisper.

the look in his eyes made your stomach twist.

“this can’t happen and you know that”

or the first time all evening, he looked away.

“I know.”

“then why are you looking at me like that?”

the question slipped out before you could stop it.

his jaw tightened.

“because I’ve been trying not to for months.”

your breath caught.

the room suddenly felt too small.

you should’ve stopped or pushed him.

instead, you found yourself unable to look anywhere but at him.

“this is a bad idea,” you said.

a small smile tugged at the corner of Logan’s mouth.

“probably.”

neither of you moved.

meither of you looked away.

then logan leaned in even closer, your noses touching.

“if you want me to stop,” he said quietly, “tell me now.”

every sensible thought in your head screamed at you to do exactly that.

but the words never came.

his eyes flickered to your lips for the briefest moment.

then he closed the gap between your lips.

the kiss was soft, almost hesitant, like he couldn’t quite believe it was happening either, you felt yourself freeze and pull away only to smile and find yourself leaning back into the kiss.

for a second, everything else disappeared, the rules, the job, the reasons this shouldn’t happen.

there was only logan.

when you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing a little harder.

“still a bad idea?” logan asked.

you stared at him for a moment.

“definitely.”

his grin returned.

immediately leaning back in.

“yeah.”

neither of you sounded very convinced.

authors note: and that’s a wrap yet again, this might actually be my favourite so far. if you enjoyed this and love logan, stay tuned as i am working on another request for him

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worth the fall | john logan

john logan x reader!female

summary: in which you take quite a bad fall while snowboarding on a mountain trip, luckily a handsome hockey player is there to take care of you. the only problem? you’re the media manger for his team.

part 2

warning: mention of concussion

word count: 2,1k

disclaimer: i planned to make this just 1 part but the whole ending decided not to save 💔 i also decided to add more background and plot instead of just jumping straight in

authors note: this happens to be my second fic i’ve written so far as a new writer, i was so excited when i saw this request as i love the off campus boys with all my heart, hope you enjoy anonymous!

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it started with a fall and ended with a confession and a concussion

when you became a student a briar university you had heard all sorts of stories about the football players and hockey players along with all the other sports, each story was quite similar and always ended with a girl heart broken over a one night stand that she thought would become more.

after hearing all the stories you made two rules for yourself; rule one: don’t get involved with any players and rule two: absolutely do not develop a crush on a player.

after you got a job as the briar hockeys media manager, you knew your rules would be easier to follow and you would have to follow them either way to remain professional. you thought working with hockey players would be simple, as long as everyone kept things professional. then there was john logan, who seemed determined to make that impossible.

john logan was charming, handsome and popular, which made him impossible for most girls to ignore. logan seemed to drew attention from girls everywhere he went. qualities like his came with a reputation, and logan’s was well known around campus. guys wanted to be him and girls talked about him. he wasn’t the type to settle down, preferring casual hookups and fleeting connections over serious relationships. and if there was one thing people knew about john logan, it was that he never stayed with one girl for long.

you’d learned long ago not to trust everything you heard around campus. people had once painted garrett graham as the last guy who’d ever settle down, yet he was now happily taken. unfortunately boys like john logan seemed to prove those rumours right.

you remember your first day of work like it was yesterday, mainly because john logan made quite the impression by trying his hardest to rile you up by flirting with you. logan was quite an attractive guy you would be lying if you said he wasn’t, but you’d never boost his ego that high by letting him know and professionalism too of course.

“you know,” logan said, flashing the smile that had probably worked on half the girls at Briar, “most people are a little friendlier when I introduce myself.”

you barely looked up from your laptop.

“most people probably want something from you.”

his grin widened. “and what if I just wanted to talk?”

“then I’d tell you to find someone else to talk to.”

for the first time, logan looked genuinely surprised.

“wow. you always this harsh?”

“only when hockey players interrupt my work.”

Instead of taking the hint, he leaned against the desk.

“good thing I’m persistent.”

you sighed. “and that’s supposed to be attractive?”

“usually.”

“well, today’s not your lucky day, logan.”

after that day logan had made it his mission to try and get an reaction out of you. it started with the playful flirting and remarks, to lingering smiles and longing stares, then always finding ways and excuses to be around you.

eventually his friends started picking up on his new behaviour. whenever they would see logan following you around they would make playful remarks, like calling him your shadow. eventually the playful remarks sparked a conversation, since then you and the boys had gotten close, you guys were friendly but also professional. you had lasted longer than any other media manager before causing you to become even closer than before, to the point you had formed a friendship with garrets girlfriend hannah aswell as deans girlfriend allie.

as your relationship grew even closer with the boys they began to be more protective over you, the team treated you like an ‘annoying little sister’ as dean would say.

you were standing near the boards during warmups, checking photos on your camera, when a guy approached.

“hey,” he said, offering you a smile. “you’re the team’s media manager, right?”

“that’s me.” you replied with a smile

“I’ve seen you around a lot. I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

you opened your mouth to answer, but a familiar voice beat you to it.

“her number?”

the guy turned.

john logan was suddenly standing beside you, hockey stick slung over one shoulder.

you’re surprised logan didn’t come earlier, not that it bothered you of course

“yeah,” the guy said cautiously.

logan stared at him for a second.

“why?”

you immediately pinched the bridge of your nose.

“logan.”

“what? I’m asking a question.”

the guy laughed nervously. “because I think she’s pretty.”

you diverted your attention from logan to the unnamed guy “thank you” you replied with a soft smile

logan’s jaw tightened.

was logan jealous?

“that’s your reason?”

“dude,” garrett said, appearing from seemingly nowhere. “you sound insane.”

“I’m just curious.”

“no, you’re being weird,” garrett corrected.

dean arrived next, taking one look at the situation and groaning.

“oh no.”

“he’s interrogating people again, isn’t he?”

“apparently.”

the poor guy looked ready to disappear.

then came tucker.

“what’s happening?”

“a civilian approached Y/N,” dean informed him.

tucker gasped dramatically.

“without permission?”

“tucker,” you warned.

“sorry. continue.”

by now, allie, hannah, and the rest of the girls were openly watching from nearby, trying not to laugh.

“guys, seriously,” you said.

“we’re serious,” logan replied.

“why?”

“because he’s flirting with you.”

the guy looked at logan.

“Is that a problem?”

“for you? potentially.”

garrett smacked logan upside the head.

“ow!”

“stop threatening innocent people.”

“I didn’t threaten him.”

“you literally said ‘potentially.’”

“that could mean anything.”

dean snorted.

“no it couldn’t.”

the guy looked increasingly concerned.

“you know what?” he said. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“smart choice,” logan muttered.

“LOGAN.”

logan shrugged unapologetically while the guy quickly disappeared into the crowd.

at this rate you would be single forever.

the second he was gone, you turned to the team.

“you all need help.”

“maybe,” garrett admitted.

“definitely,” dean added.

“worth it,” tucker said.

logan didn’t even try to deny it.

“he was annoying.”

you stared at him.

“he said one sentence.”

“exactly. annoying.”

moments like this caused to you wonder if maybe logan had changed, maybe this all wasn’t a game to him anymore. not that it would better you had to stay professional either way. the more you thought about it the more you realised that it’s been a while since logan had actually had a one night stand let alone talk to a girl, you stopped hearing stories about him aswell.

your train of thoughts came to a stop after you had caught him with a girl. you were trying to find logan after you had been told to find him for a interview before practice, you had checked all his usual spots, you figured that maybe today he decided to wander off. you found him in one of the empty classrooms, and he was most certainly not alone. as soon as you walked through the door you see logan’s figure clearly and on his lap sat a blond girl. the sound off the door must’ve have frightened them as they quickly pulled away and froze as they saw you.

for a moment, nobody spoke.

“sorry,” you said quickly. “didn’t mean to interrupt.”

before logan could get a word out, you already left through the doors of the classroom .

later that afternoon, logan found you in the media room.

“you disappeared quite fast earlier.”

you kept your eyes on your laptop, not bothering to waste your time by looking up at his face.

“found what I needed.” you replied with a semi flat voice.

logan frowned at that, knowing normally you would’ve used this situation to make a joke.

instead, you’d barely looked at him all day, not a glance, not even in his direction .

“are you mad at me?”

the question finally pulling your eyes away from the laptops screen making you glance up.

“what?”

“you’ve been weird since earlier.”

you stared at him.

“logan i don’t have time for this”

you shook your head as you looked back down to your laptop screen.

“Y/N—”

“I’ve got work to do.”

logan stared at you for a long moment, waiting for you to look up, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

you didn’t.

eventually, he let out a frustrated sigh.

“Fine.”

the word sounded sharper than he intended.

not even a second later you heard the door open and close behind him.

only then did you stop pretending to read the same sentence for the tenth time.

because the second he’d walked away, your chest felt a little heavier than before and you weren’t sure why

after that dreadful day you decided to keep that whole incident to yourself, if logan decided to share what happened to the boys, that’s all him.

a week had now passed, you successfully managed to avoid logan. you had decided to invite the girls to help you pack, completely forgetting about the mountain trip after the incident in the classroom, not sure why it bothered you as much as it did.

the trip was planned for team bonding and off-ice conditioning or whatever that meant, after all you were just the media manager.

as you make your way towards the bus you make sure the sit closer to the front, purposefully away from all the players, for professional reasons along with others. logan passes you as he makes his way to the back, looking directly at you, you ignore his gaze, keeping you eyes glued to your phone pretending to read something important. for the rest and the drive you did some work and slept waiting for the hours to pay quicker.

you wake up just before the bus arrives at the place you and the team will be staying at, you quickly hurry out the bus before any of the boys notice. you follow the coaches to the front desk, collect your room key, and quickly make your way to your room. after relaxing for not even an hour you hear a knock on your door, you slowly get up to look through the peep hole you see dean, with a groan you open the door.

“don’t look too excited to see me.” dean says sarcastically.

“yes dean, how can i help you?” you reply back just as sarcastically.

before dean can reply, a familiar voice cuts him off.

tucker comes out basically from nowhere.

“get warm clothes on we’re going snowboarding.”

looking at dean and tucker with an annoyed look

you say no without even thinking, moving to close the door dean puts his foot out to stop the door from closing.

“come on y/n/n, you never wanna do stuff with us” dean pleads sounding like a whiny child

“yeah y/n/n pleaseeee, i promise it’ll be fun.”

with saying anything you stare at them wondering if you should just go else they’ll never stop pestering you, you sigh as they give me puppy dog eyes.

“fine but only for an hour.”

as soon as you agree they start cheering as if they had just won a grammy.

you get dressed and immediately go to the snowboarding station where you had said you would meet tucker and dean. as you’re about to reach them you see the whole team with them. you mentally groan wishing this was already over.

after you get kitted and given gear you spend a few minutes watching the boys effortlessly glide down the mountain before clipping your own board on and giving it a try.

watching the boys snowboard made it look easy. unfortunately, the moment you decided to try it yourself, you realized it wasn’t.

summary: (spoilers ahead ⚠️) the day began like any other for Y/N-studying and enjoying the peaceful snowfall while her boyfriend Beau was in Wisconsin visiting his grandmother. what happens when she gets a call that might change her entire life for the worst?

warning: angst, mention of accident,emotional distress, mention of injuries

disclaimer: like i said in the previous chapter time and distance is basically non existent, i adjusted it to fit the plot and pacing.

word count: 2,1k

authors note: thank you all for the love i got on the first part, it encouraged me to carry on writing i’ve already got another beau maxwell story in the making aswell as a requested john logan one, so stay tuned if you’re interested in that. i am taking requests so don’t be shy!!

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"y/n there was an accident." hearing that made you tighten the grip on your phone.

although your grip was tight, your hands were clammy.

it felt as though you were trying to swallow a rock.

the room suddenly felt too small.

it felt as if i was in slow motion.

"what do you mean, an accident?" joanna didn't answer right away.

and somehow, the silence was worse.

“joanna?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

your heart hammering so hard against your ribs, it felt as if your heart was trying to leave your body.

“what do you mean there was an accident? is beau okay?”

another shaky breath.

you pushed yourself to your feet so fast the room spun.

“joanna, talk to me.”

“I—” her voice cracked. “y/n, beau and my dad were driving home and there was black ice on the road.”

the blood drained from your face.

“no.”

it couldn’t be true not your beau.

“the car lost control.”

“no,” you said again, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you.

your chest tightened.

“put him on the phone.”

silence.

“joanna, put beau on the phone.”

a sob escaped her.

“joanna please, i need to hear his voice.”

“joanna please, I-”

“i need to know he’s okay” you said, practically begging for anything to come out her mouth.

“we don’t know-” her voice cracked before she could even continue her sentence.

“please.” you say sobbing,tears flowing down your face, your throat feeling like it was practically closing up, it felt as if you were drowning.

not being able to stand still for answers any longer you started grabbing your keys, making your way to the front door.

“we don’t know.” she choked out “the doctors are with him, they’re not saying anything”

“what hospital?”

she tells you the name of the hospital, immediately you remember the name. closing the door behind you, locking it shut. your knees feeling as if they were about to give out, you close your eyes leaning against the door hoping for some sort of support, praying that he was okay.

“no. no he’s okay. i know he’s okay. he has to be okay.”

“y/n…” at that point you had practically started racing down the stairs towards your car, feeling as if your body was moving without you.

“they’re helping him?” “right?” you ask her basically pleading for her to say that that was exactly what was happening.

there was a pause.

“that’s what they’re trying to do.”

you take off practically as soon as you hear the soft him of your engine start, you end the call forgetting to even say bye to her.

speeding out the parking lot, your speedometer climbing higher and higher as you gripped the steering wheel.

streetlights blurred past the windows.

pressing harder on your gas pedal, feeling as if your heart was matching the pace of your car.

the road stretched endlessly ahead of you.

please be okay.

those 3 words repeated in your head like a prayer.

you drove with tears streaming down your face.

your mind felt as if it was replaying every moment with him, like it was selfishly reminding you of what you would lose if you lost him.

reaching the hospital you practically jump out the car, your legs moving faster than your mind.

you barely remembered parking.

it felt as though a second ago you were behind the wheel, and the next you were pushing your way through the hospital’s automatic doors.

you could hear your heart pounding.

as soon as you make your way to the front desk you’re out of breath, feeling as if you had just ran a marathon.

the nurse at the front desk patiently waits for you to get your words out with a look of sympathy on her face.

just as you’re about to ask her for directions you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n!” someone yells, you quickly turn your head to the voice, spotting joanna you quickly sprint towards her.

as you reach her she pulls you in for a hug.

“we’re just waiting to hear from the doctors.” she says softly.

feeling relief and a slight bit of comfort, you completely fall apart in her arms. sobbing like a toddler that just got told no by their mother.

she guides you towards the waiting room and sits you down. stroking your hair, to calm you down while also trying to do the same.

your sobs slowly turned into soft cries, you feel your phone start to buzz, pulling your phone out your pocket you scan the the caller id.

seeing the name dean di laurentis instantly brings back more tears, you turn towards jonna.

“can you please telling him, i won’t be able to, i can’t.” you say feeling as if the sobbing would start again.

“ofcource, go get yourself something to calm your nerves, i’ll be back” she says and leaves to take the call.

joanna answers not even getting a word in dean starts talking.

“hey y/n/n!”

“beau said he would call when he gets home and i’m guessing once he saw you he lost his memory and ability to think” dean said teasingly

silence

“we were supposed to-” dean said before he was cut off by the sound of joannas voice.

“dean” joanna said while her lip began to quiver.

something in her voice made his stomach drop.

not even bothering to ask where y/n was, he immediately asked, “what’s wrong?”

silence

“joanna?”

“dean there was an accident”

you sit with a bottle of water, not being able to stomach anything.

joanna comes back in with slow tears rolling down her face, you hug her while thanking her for talking to dean.

as she’s telling you about her conversation with dean you see a doctor walk in. tapping her to get her attention she turns around to look at what grabbed your attention, seeing the doctor she grabs your hand keeping it.

the doctors expression was calm but serious.

rhe doctor took a breath.

“when the paramedics arrived, beau’s condition was critical. at one point, his heart stopped beating.”

the room felt like it was tilting beneath you feet, you head spinning as if you had just came off a rollercoaster.

“what?” joanna questions

“they were able to restart his heart, and he’s currently stable. right now, that’s the important thing.”

tears filled your eyes.

“so he’s alive?” you ask the doctor.

the doctor diverts his attention from joanna to you.

“yes. he’s alive. but the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours will be important while we continue to monitor him closely.”

your knees feeling weak you sank down back into your chair, overwhelmed with relief, pain and fear all at once.

his heart had stopped

that thought alone made you feel as if your breath was taken away. you were so gone in thought you hadn’t even realised the doctor was still talking.

joanna finishes up the conversation with the doctor. once the doctor leaves she returns to her seat next to you.

“dean should be here soon, do you wanna wait to hear what’s going on with beau?”

just as you’re about to tell her that you couldn’t wait any longer. the sound of sneakers running through the hospital catches your attention. looking up you see dean and allie.

you stand up as dean pulls you into a hug. allie hugs joanna then patiently waits for her turn to hug you aswell.

as allie hugs you, you breakdown yet again.

“it’s okay babe, we’re here.”

you all take a seat and before you can ask joanna to tell you what the doctor said dean beats you to it.

you learn to find out that beau has a concussion that the doctor said requires monitoring, a broken arm, collarbone, and aswell as a few broken ribs. with that a few days in the hospital for observation.

you sit quietly feeling numb inside but grateful that you now know he is going to be okay, so far in your mind you don’t even notice joanna leaving to the cafeteria and hannah, garret,logan and tucker arriving.

hannah smiles softly see you zone out and reaches to touch your shoulder, you flinch as you don’t realise the waiting room is now filled with all your friends.

hannahs look at you with concern on her face

“you okay?”

“i’ll get there.” you say trying to put a soft smile on your face but miserably failing.

joanna comes back with food, offering you a sandwich you politely decline. logan chimes in to try and help.

“come on, even if it’s a smile bite, you don’t want beau to kill us for not taking care of his girl right?” logan says trying to lighten up your mood.

you give him a small smile while taking the sandwich turning your attention to joanna to thank her.

hours pass and your friends leave, making you promise to call if you get updates. leaving just yourself, dean, allie and joanna.

eventually a nurse walks in.

“is there a y/n here?”

you shot up from your seat, the nurse looks at you with a smile.

beau tried to sit up the second he opened his eyes.

“easy,” the nurse said, gently pushing him back against the pillows.

“where is she?”

“you need to rest.”

“no, I need to see her.”

the nurse checked his monitors, trying to ignore the stubborn look on his face.

“mr. maxwell, you’ve been through a serious accident, you need rest.”

“I don’t care.”

“you need to stay in bed.”

“just let me see her or atleast tell me if she’s okay.”

the desperation in his voice made the nurse pause.

“who are you looking for?”

beau’s eyes immediately filled with relief.

“my girlfriend, just ask for y/n.”

“the doctor hasn’t cleared visitors yet.”

he closed his eyes for a moment, frustration washing over him.

“please.”

the word came out rough and broken.

“please, just for a minute.”

the nurse hesitated.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“normally we let the family see the patient first but he was so eager too see you” the nurse said with a soft smile.

with that she guides you towards his room.

you opened the door slowly not knowing what to expect.

when you walk in you look immediately at beau, taking in the state he’s in with what looked like a hundred machines around him. tears immediately forming in your eyes.

beau’s head turned immediately.

the moment he saw her standing there, his girl, his everything.

everything else seemed to just fade, like it never happened.

the machines.

the pain.

the exhaustion.

none of it mattered.

you were here.

tears filled his eyes before he could stop them.

“hey,” he whispered.

you let out a shaky laugh.

“hey?”

your voice said with a crack.

“that’s all you’ve got after scaring me half to death?”

tears started rolling down your face, he was actually okay.

it felt as if someone had taken a weight off your shoulders.

“please don’t cry baby” he said as tears started rolling down his face aswell

“i’m just so glad you’re okay, i was so scared beau.”

he shifted to the side so that there was a spot next to him on the hospital bed, biting his lip from the pain it caused.

“come lay with me?”

“beau you’re fresh out of surgery.” you said with a soft smile.

“like i told the nurse i don’t care, come baby.”

“you’ll tell me if i hurt you?”

“yes, just please lay with me” beau said practically pleading you.

you walk towards the hospital bed and slowly lay down, being careful so you don’t hurt him.

he turns his head towards you and gestures for you to come closer.

as you come closer he leans in and slowly starts to kiss you starting from the bottom of your ear making your eyes flutter close, moving from your ear to your jaw, your cheek and your nose and then finally you feel his soft lips against yours, giving you a sweet but gentle kiss. he pulls away and looks at you with a smile.

“when i felt the impact-” he cuts himself off as he feels his voice crack.

you look at him with tears falling down your face.

“when i felt the impact, all i could think of was you, how much i love you and how much i need you.”

you gently grab his jaw, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

he smiles and continues,

“you’re my everything y/n/n, i can’t picture a life without you in it, i wanna spend eternity with you.”

with that he kisses your forehead staring deeply into your eyes, he has this sleep dazed look, but at the same time his pupils were so dilated you couldn’t tell if it was love in his eyes or the meds in his system. after noticing you couldn’t help but giggle.

“what?”

“nothing beau, i just love you”

“i love you too baby, always and forever.”

for the first time since the accident, everything feels okay.

and with Beau beside you, it feels like it always will be.

i quite enjoyed writing it and i’m already planning what i wanna do for part 2

would you guys be interested in more from our off campus boys?

summary: (spoilers ahead⚠️) the day began like any other for Y/N—studying and enjoying the peaceful snowfall while her boyfriend Beau was in Wisconsin visiting his grandmother. what happens when she gets a call that might change her entire life for the worst?

warning: angst, mention of accident,emotional distress

disclaimer: apparently distance doesn’t exist, the distance between wisconsin and massachusetts isn’t completely accurate in this story. i adjusted it slightly to fit the plot and pacing

word count: 1,5k

authors note: guys this is my very very first fanfic 😭. i quite literally need to see more work on beau maxwell or else i might got clinically insane. maybe this will encourage more people to step out their comfort zones and start writing aswell or even better, more fanfics for our angel boy beau maxwell🥹🥹. im open to any thoughts and suggestions to make my work better please don’t be shy!!

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your morning was cold but comforting, you had decided to start your studying quite early in the day knowing once beau was home all your attention would be on him. although you and beau had not actually lived together, the amount of time he spent with you in your off campus student apartment that you shared with your best friends hannah wells and allie hayes he might aswell had moved in already.

beau was currently away visiting his grandmother. you were not used to being home alone, normally the girls or beau were with you. hannah was out probably with her boyfriend garret graham, and allie was with dean enjoying their newfound relationship. you and dean were quite close due to the fact that was beau your boyfriend so when you had found out about dean and allie you were over the moon you had not liked sean at all and knew under deans playboy facade that he was a lover boy especially for allie hayes.

half way through your studies your phone buzzed, quickly scanning over your phone to check who it was a bright smile spread across your face.

beau: how’s my girl doing

so excited to hear from him you couldn’t help but immediately pick up your phone, you had missed him so much as you usually spent all your time together unless he was at practice or you putting fashion pieces together as you were majoring in fashion.

you: just finishing up some studying so i’ll all yours tonight ;)

beau: can’t wait ;)

beau: i’ve been missing you

you: yeah?

beau: always baby

beau: get back to your studies

beau: i’ll call when im on my way back

finishing the conversation with a soft smile on your face while exchanging i love yous. you continued your studies, by the time you had finished it was not that late yet and certainly not time for beau to be on his way back.

you decided to take a shower to make time go by faster, you used his favourite body lotion and body wash aswell as doing your skincare, hair and a let bit of makeup, you checked the time, looking at the digital clock on your bedside table, 5:46pm it read. with a sigh you decided to check your phone for any messages from the girls hoping maybe you could tag along with any of them to make time go faster. seeing hannah’s name put a soft smile on your face.

hannah: hey y/n/n me and the guys are at briar

hannah: wanna join i’m all alone guys are practicing :(

you: sure han, waiting for time to pass anyways

hannah: missing your shadow?

you: always

after you exchange a few more messages about what to wear, you decided on a jeans and one of beaus hoodies to be comfortable, just as you were about to put your shoes you heard your phone start buzzing, you pick up to see a call from beau, answering with a smile.

“hey you” you answered.

“hey baby” he said sounding disappointed.

with a frown you ask if he’s okay, you hear him following that he says that he won’t be able to come as early as he thought, hearing that trying not to make him more upset by sounding upset you put a fake smile on your face knowing even though he can’t see you, hearing that you’re not too upset will ease him, “it’s okay baby don’t stress, you’re with your family i get it” hearing that you could tell it eased him “you sure? i promised you a good night” in the background you could hear his sister joanna asking him for some help, you let out a breathy laugh “go help your sister, and don’t forget to call me when you leave” he sighs still not too impressed “okay i love you” smiling like a teenage girl you giggle saying “ don’t be so dramatic beau i love you” with that ending the call.

after the call you put your shoes on and send hannah a quick message letting her know you’re on your way. as you get to the practice grounds you spot hannah looking around boredly while scrolling on her phone. you smile softly and call out “hannah i’m here to put you out your misery” she looks up and as she spots you a big smile falls on her lips as she says “ thank goodness, thought i would never survive”. giving her a quick hug she asks “so whens beau coming home” you sigh and tell her about the conversation you had. she gives you a small smile and puts her hand and your shoulder and says “hey don’t stress” you return the smile and shrug your shoulders telling her it’s okay. you guys continue to talk about anything and everything while you wait for the boys to finish up.

just as practice ends all the boys go to the locker room to get changed, you turn to hannah telling her you’re going to go to the bathroom, she smiles “want me to come with you?” “it’s fine,” you say. “garret will probably be looking for you after practice.” as you finish up in the bathroom you feel how cold the air is now compared to earlier. as you make it back it’s just you hannah and garret waiting for the rest, eventually they’re all back except for dean who is now with allie. on the way back the roads were quite icy, making a mental note to make sure you tell beau not to drive if he has been drinking.

just as you guys reach home garret turns to look at you in the back seat “you sure you don’t wanna come back with us?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows as he says that hannah turns aswell “yeah babe you sure you don’t wanna wait out with us until beaus home?” you give them a soft smile “i’ll be fine guys, i’ll just text hannah if i get too lonely.” hannah returns the smile “ofcource i’ll keep my phone on.” you take that as your cue to get out the car exchanging byes and i love yous.

making your way up to your apartment your phone buzzes in your purse. smiling as you see the caller ID, you answer before you can even say a word.

“heyyy, my babbyyy,” beau says enthusiastically, a slight slur to his words.

a giggle escapes you as you open the door and flick on the light. “having fun, beau?”

“always, baby. just wanted to tell you I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

you smile as you sit down on the couch. “uh huh. promise me you’re not driving.”

he laughs. “that was one time. plus, pops is getting the car warm and ready to go.”

hearing that, you relax your shoulders. just as you’re about to reply, you hear his dad’s muffled voice telling him to get in the car.

“then get in the car so I can see you already,” you tease.

He giggles. “okay bossy. i love you.”

“ i love you too.”

with that you put your phone and purse on the coffee table, making your way to your room to change into something more comfortable. you sit on the couch deciding to take your mind off as you kept feeling yourself drift towards your phone counting down the hours until beau would be home. you put on the love island, remembering you have a few episodes to watch before the latest episodes come out, the living room filled with laughter and chatter from the tv. for a little while, everything felt normal. nobody knew how quickly the night was about to change.

not realising you dozed off the sleep you hear your phone buzzing, checking the time on the tv, you see it was almost midnight.

you answered as you saw the caller id, joanna beau’s sister.

“don’t worry jojo, beau called me this time to let me know he’s on his way home” you say with a slight giggle remembering the night you and joanna were running around like headless chickens looking for beau, just for him to be sleeping in the bathtub.

silence.

“joanna?”

a shaky breath came through the speaker, sommething in that single breath made your stomach drop.

“it’s beau.”

there was a pause.

“y/n there was an accident.” hearing that made you tighten the grip on your phone.

although your grip was tight, your hands were clammy.

it felt as though you were trying to swallow a rock.

the room suddenly felt too small.

it felt as if you were in slow motion.

“what do you mean, an accident?”

joanna didn’t answer right away.

and somehow, the silence was worse.